Oooops… I must have closed italics instead of closing the bold font.
The only word which was meant to be bold in my previous post was “really.”
But the real moral of this story, Marc, is…
Did you buy the shoes? If so…mission accomplished.
I think you should look him straight in the eye and say “Please stop staring at my breasts. They are not there for your entertainment”. You would be shocked shitless at how well this approach works on people. I used it on a former co-worker who was a “crotch grabber”. He always would walk into my office to discuss something, and stand there grabbing himself. I mean, WTF??
Finally I said “Tom, can you please adjust yourself before you walk in here. You don’t do that in front of customers, do you?” He was rightfully embarassed and stopped from that day on.
Regarding the nippleage, I don’t know. I actually had a talk once with a co-worker who came to work every day in extremely tight sweaters with her nipples at full attention all day long. (The kept the offices freezing cold- I actually had to go out and buy new lined bras it was so bad.) When I let her know that the talk around was constantly about her boobs and not her work, she just giggled and gave a “boys will be boys” response.
Fine if you don’t mind it, but if you do, get some lined bras. Hard nipples ARE difficult to avoid looking at for a lot of people. You shouldn’t HAVE to change, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, either confront him or buy some lined bras.
Zette
Goddammit, when I edited Zaphod’s post I got switched over to a porn site.
JC: Are you kidding? He bought six pairs.
Re: Dress choices
There is a continuim here: one one hand, someone who strips to the waist, covers her breasts in gold glitter and paints her nipples purple before going to work ought not complain if she gets stared at. On the other hand, someone on hte other extreme–say someone who wears a stiff lined bra, a dark blose, and a jacket ought to be able to carry on a coversation without being made to feel like a sex object.
This case, like every other real world case, falls somewhere in the middle, and it is just ajudgement call about what is the right thing to do and who is responsible for what. It seems to me that if someone miscaluculated one day and wore a blouse that was thinner than they realized, it is everyone else’s responsibility to make damn sure thier eyes are averted. On the other hand, if I had a co-worker who wore tight thin clothes everyday (or even a couple days a week over many months) and had visible nipples, I would assume that a) she knew it and b) she chose to accentuate them, rather like someone who wears elaborate hairweaves is looking to accentuate thier hair.
Obviously, this applies equally for men: if you happened to notice that a co-worker had an erection you wouldn’t want to embarress him by pointing it out. On the the other hand, a co-worker who wears really tight pants to work and gets erections all the time would make one suspect that they were trying to communicate something.
I read about these in a magazine a while back, and this thread made me think of them. They might help out the whole staring situation. They look like they might be a tad uncomfortable, but I can’t be sure unless I see them in use and get a testimonial. 
In high school, when one of us dumb males would see a case of nipplage, we would whisper, “THO!” (tittie hard-on) and the direction to the rest of the group. Yes, we were a cultured bunch. Unfortunately, certain habits die hard, 'cause I still have trouble keeping my eyes away from that area when a woman is in that situation. Sorry in advance for the leering.
God, I have this problem with my husband.
I’m getting used to it, though.
We used “NE” (nipple erection). :shrug: We were young, dumb, and bubbling with hormones. What can I say?
I checked out that site. O.K. just for idle curiosity’s sake…Why do they sell them in packages of 5? Just wondering.
OK First of all Misery’s Company Great name. Is it at all from the Metallica song? Misery? The last line to this song is “…misery loves company!!..” It is a pretty powerful song. If you did in fact name yourself from this ROCK ON! I understand your plight. Fuck all the guys who can’t control themselves and look into your eyes whilst talking with you. I suggest next time you get this particular mental undressing you could either blatently look directly down at the abscent buldge in his crotch area, or my personal favorite, when this happens and he looks at your breast, quickly either lean forward and catch his eyes with yours, or stoop down and catch his eyes with yours, both situations let him know very quickly you A)don’t like it or appreciate it and B)you want him to look at your face not your chest…
It’s five PAIRS per package. Otherwise that would indeed be bizarre…
From my POV, we are all animals with certain desires. Just because you put on a certain type of clothing, doesn’t change natural instinct and desire.
Now, am I claiming that this guy has an instinctual right to go around staring at anything he wants? Well… sort of 
What I am saying is that staring isn’t sexual harassment, any more than me sitting here thinking about what you look like naked is sexual harassment. For all you know, he may be thinking about what he’s going to be doing next weekend… or about mowing the lawn… who knows? He’s crossed the line when he says something or touches you.
Like it or not, the world is kind of a “meat market”. Every day we’re out on display to everyone else we see. We all choose how to present ourselves to the world. I’m going to have to agree with some of the other posts, and basically say, if that is how you choose to present yourself, well…
BP
Some of you guys need to come and work with me!
Where I work it is always 30 to 40 degrees! And my dept. is mostly female.
And even through a bra, a tee-shirt, and my work shirt you can still see my nipples. They are predominant in the first place and then I work in a frickin’ fridge.
Misery, next time you have to speak with this guy just wave your hands in front of his face and say “my eyes are up here, and my breasts wouldn’t answer you anyway”
Ogres tend not to like confrontation.
I have also said something to people about their eating habits before.
How bout something like, “your children might be smart, but I hope they didn’t pick up your table manners”
Oh Ike, you didn’t give Zaphod a chance to post a warning that that might happen when you went to edit his post.
Somehow this seems reason enough to try those damn Lunchables™ things that you make there, Kricket 
Lunchables is an even colder department than mine is!
I slice cotto salami and bologna.
So, for 12 hours a night 3pm to 3am I have 6 ft long six inch round sticks of meat sliding across my chest.
They sit in a “coffin” and you have to peel them and then lay them down on a table to be sliced.
So not only are my breast standing at attention most of the time they are also covered in bologna or cotto. (my shirt anyway)
We are the dorks who say…
NE! NE! NE NE NE!
We shall say NE! to you again if you do not appease us.(the manner of appeasment is left as an exercise for the reader)
Steven
PS I tried to use “young, dumb and bubbling with hormones knights who…” but that just sounded dumb. Dorks was one of the least offensive alternatives. 
Gads. Such fine lines to walk.
FTR - I’m hetero male. My posting name confuses people sometimes.
I wouldn’t appreciate the thought of people going around ogling me for their personal benefit. And I’d be quick to shame them if they did.
OTOH, we’re only human, and if a person might be shy, their gaze might drop from your eyes a bit. It just so happens that at the center of the body you find the breasts… Mistakes happen.
And, I should mention… there’s one co-worker who comes to the office during the summer in a backless spring dress. Actually, she has three different ones. Nothing like advertising that you’re walking around braless.
Oh, and she has perfect breasts. I understand that people who have breast surgery end up with permanently erect nipples. I’ve never seen her otherwise, no matter what the ambient temperature or topic of conversation. It’s terribly distracting.
On another note, I’m so terribly tempted to walk around the office with my shirt unbuttoned, severely recriminating any woman who gets distracted by my incredible pecs…
I told people the 70’s were comming back!
Great, now I have this mental picture of ThunderBunny with big hair, a hairy chest, gold chains and his shirt unbuttoned doing the finger shoot point thing and winking at poor unsuspecting women!!!
My eyes! My eyes!
Ours was “Got Milk?”
I think my high school must have kept the thermostat really high just to avoid it. We had to dare the girls to touch their elbows behind their backs before there was any nipple evidence.